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Jun 2022
I saw colors while I lived
It's all my generation had to give
It never made me grow or think
Information brought us to the brink
Conflicting notions overwhelmed us
We found color less calamitous
Bright pink and neon green
No real meaning to gleam
A person's shaped by the age he's born in
And I saw colors while I lived.
Written by
Travis Wilson  35/M/NC
(35/M/NC)   
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